And if a moment exists only in one's perception anyway, then perhaps the rush of feeling he has now is THE MOMENT, and not merely its shadow.
Imagine never leaving North Idaho again. He’s got his coffee and he’s got his ritual, his work around the cabin, and with the new satellite dish Lydia buys him for his birthday, he’s got nine hundred...
Your parents don't get to tell your story. Your sisters don't. When he's old enough, even Pat doesn't get to tell your story. I'm your husband and I don't even get to tell it. So I don't care how love...
You can't just say that, Pasquale. Those words have tremendous power. It's how people end up married.
Whole worlds exist beneath the surface. And maybe you can't see down there, Michael thought, but there's a part of you that knows.
What person who has enjoyed life could possibly think one is enough?
There would seem to be nothing more obvious, more tangible and palpable than the present moment. And yet it eludes us completely. All the sadness of life lies in that fact. —Milan Kundera
There was nothing explicit between them, nothing more than that slightly open door. And yet . . . what could be more alluring? In
The whole world is sick...we've all got this pathetic need to be seen. We're a bunch of fucking toddlers trying to get attention.
The movie I was working on, Cleopatra, it's about how destructive a force love can be. But maybe that's what every story is about.
The eye sees everything upside down, the artist explained, and then the brain automatically reverses it. I’m just trying to put it back the way the mind sees it. Alvis
That’s why people write books and stories, no doubt, to leave some impression behind, to share a sense of the beauty and pain. This
That summer, the one you’ll never forget, every movie house beamed the same set of thematic and narrative images—the same Avatar, same Harry Potter, same Fast and the Furious, flickering pictures stit...
So I make one phone call, and just like that, we're eating pizza at 6:30. What is this world? You tap seven abstract figures onto a piece of plastic thin as a billfold, hold that plastic device to you...
Shit. Claire riffles through worst-case scenarios: The pay is in cocaine;
She was asleep, that blond hair swirled like butter on the pillow beneath her
She laughed. 'That's what I love about you good-lookin' blokes. What, me? Have sex?
Pasqo, the smaller the space between your desire and what is right, the happier you will be.
Maybe it's ALWAYS the end of the world. Maybe you're alive for a while, and then you realize you're going to die, and that's such an insane thing to comprehend, you look around for answers and the onl...
And when our lives do begin? I mean, the exciting part, the action? It's all so fast.